Is a clean bill of health from the doctor,
And the kids shouldn't move back home for
more than a year,
A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
Happiness perhaps once had features
Of a single, compact whole,
But countless are the craving creatures
Praying God some bliss to dole.
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
Let's go find that great blue yonder,
Far away from noise and rush,
A place where one can sit and ponder,
Silently, in a cocoon of hush.
Happiness And Vision
TOGETHER at the altar we
In vision oft were seen by thee,
Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.